At this moment, Cen Yunzi was already seated before the hearth.
He took out two teacups, placing one before himself and the other across from him.
Shi Yuezhu hesitated for a moment, but eventually stepped into the courtyard and sat across from Cen Yunzi.
Liu Xilan sensibly did not follow; after all, she was a junior, and it was not suitable for her to interrupt their conversation.
The fire in the hearth was rather strong and soon brought the tea in the pot to a boil.
Scalding tea flowed out from the spout, falling onto the charcoal and making a crackling sound.
Seeing this, Cen Yunzi finally lifted the kettle and poured a cup of tea for Shi Yuezhu.
"Junior Sister, your senior brother is truly getting old."
The very first words out of Cen Yunzi's mouth were a sigh.
"Why would you say such a thing, Senior Brother? For cultivators at your age, it ought to be the prime of life."
"Don't use those words to pacify your senior brother; whether I'm old or not, I know it best myself.
